I scoff. “Obviously.”
Then suddenly she’s leaning low over me, and her warmth makes my skin tingle.
“See, I get the feeling I’m not half as bossy as you want me to be…”
A violent shudder ripples down my spine, dripping heat.
Her low, wicked laugh flashes fangs next to my cheek. “I can tell how badly you want to be agood boy…”
The room spins. “You can’t… do that…”
“Oh? And why is that? You gonna stop me?”
I drag my gaze upwards, finding Christine’s eyes—the only steady point around me. The tavern has become a kiln, and the sweat-soaked silk clings to my skin.
My breath catches. “Because I’m not going to make it?—”
Her arm rises to steady me, and I cling tight, fingers digging into flexed muscle.
“Because I need—” Fuck, it’s impossible to get the words out.
Christine’s other hand cradles my cheek, and her whisper brushes my ear. “I want to hear you say it.”
Something at my core cracks and gives way. “I need you.” My breath quickens, and I pant just from the effort of standing. “Tee, I need you…”
She folds around me, nails digging through the silk, hot breath on my neck.
Then I’m stumbling through the party as she leads me around the bar and to the back. We pile into a cramped single-stall bathroom, and the cold tile wall bites my shoulders as the lock clicks into place.
Christine moves painfully slowly, dragging hot palms down my body as she kneels.
I shudder under her touch, cock pinching tight in my briefs.
She kisses and licks her way up the insides of my legs, gradually lifting the silk.
I moan quietly as she frees my length, and I might as well be tied to the wall, it’s so hard to get my body to move. She was right. I melt for her because I want to. Because being the subject of her attention, her power is…intoxicating.
And I have one night left to drink up.
Her mouth closes around my cock, and a shameless moan escapes me, echoing off the tile. The party is loud enough to drown it out, but I don’t care who hears me at this point. If this is the last time I have my cock down her throat, I’m going to enjoy it.
I’m dripping already, heat leaking from my length. Even when I gush, it still only feels like the edge. Usually this would bring me at least some relief, but no matter how much she milksout of me, I only get dizzier and dizzier—until her tongue slides around, slow and teasing.
I whimper openly, desperate.
“Please, please, I need you inside me…”
The words seem to snap Christine’s restraint, and she takes me deep, sucking hard, tongue plunging into my ass as she holds my leg to the side. I cry out, and heat coils at my core, throbbing through my base and promising true release.
She works her mouth and tongue over and through me, fast and hard, and I unravel into something that feels like a real climax—but only just.
I lean heavily against the wall, still dripping, as Christine stands.
She strips her shirt off over her head and her breasts drop free, holding my eyes until she slides her black jeans over her hips.
Then she takes my hands in hers, pressing one to her cunt and the other to her breast.
Holy fuck, she’s wet. She cradles her hand over mine, hooking both our fingers into her hot folds. When I squeeze her breast, she releases the hand there, bracing against the wall over my head.
